Abrupt black & white shadow in the hollows,

It’s just a ray of hope each one of us follows.

Footsteps working waveredly, but firm,

Moving ahead unaltered, like the clocks arm.

Nervous in a way, Yet confident always.

Thinking of the positive side,

But fears, unwilling to hide.

 

A rainbow appears   -Bright, in imagination,

“But Aah!” the black ray is most prominent in observation.

Will it end – the unending road?

Will it turn – the unwinding path?

Will it be close – the destination?

OR will it be over – this determination?

 

Well, there is a diverging way,

A way cut aside,

However, it is not the goal, It’s not the Hope.

It is the wrong path.

A path easy to trace yet unsatisfying.

A path reaching somewhere else,

A destination which was never meant to be mine.

So let it be!

 

Time is no one’s friend,

It is just confidence, which should never bend.

Because ‘They’ always, say,

“Every dark cloud has glittering white outline”,

Reach hard for it and it will, surely be thine.

 

“Oh Yes, I see it, I see it”

A ray of sunshine at the dead end,

Blooming bright and unshaken.

The worrying mind gives clues,

Like the skies bright blues.

THERES’ ALWAYS HOPE, MY DEAR,

AS HOPE IS NEVER FINAL, AS HOPE IS NEVER ENDING.